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17TH // BROMLEY

The reports come his way in the morning. Losing fae to the vampires is... Unfortunate, but not unexpected. Not with Harris in charge. This is different however, and an urgent call has him making his way down to one of the community centres long before he'd think about leaving the house under usual terms.

Having a couple of fae tell you all about the night they had, being caught by vampires, watching another die, one with bites on their neck, etc. etc. It puts a real damper on your day. At first, he chalks it up to general vampire cruelty and plans to phone in a bounty to Hillingdon, but they just keep coming. Fae with burns from iron cuffs, missing fae, dead. It's like something just happened overnight.

He can be found more than once over the course of the evening, having a hushed conversation in the corner of a bar that looks like it could easily come to blows if not for the way Eames excuses himself abruptly and none too friendly.

Maybe you're curious, maybe he bumps you as he leaves looking fully like he intends to kill someone. Or maybe you just have a weak spot for men with clenched jaws nursing drinks alone at the bar. Either way, he's about.

18TH ONWARDS

It takes a couple days, and even then it's slow to start, but sure enough security starts tightening up around the two Fae boroughs. Anyone with a particularly keen eye for patterns and a lot of free time will notice the patrols and any vampire who enters the area might notice how it feels like they're being followed. Not just watched, like they usually would be.

A week in, it wouldn't be entirely incorrect to assume every other fae is carrying a stake, but that's not the only change in faeville. Eames is powerfully unhappy with this, and he's really not too pleased to speak to anyone who isn't a fae. He doesn't think the handful of vampires he's friendly with are involved, but he doesn't care to see them, and in his estimation humans are a bunch of useless hypocrites. Any conversations are strictly business.

Despite the danger, he's totally unafraid to wander into vampire territory, (though by the 25th he's constantly flanked by a burly looking pair at the behest of another Lord,) and some might say he's actively looking for a fight. There's more than a few scuffles if one fancied joining the fray. Vampires he sees getting a little too close to a fae, or maybe they try to round on him instead.

It wouldn't be silly to assume he's looking out for his people, but really he's just looking to vent some of his frustrations at the source.

29TH/30TH

There may be plans to deal with Harris, but that doesn't put Eames any more at ease in the interim. They're being hunted by vampires, and they're increasingly at danger of the whims of witches as Samhain approaches. It's not exactly a great time to be a fae in London.

He's not been in the mood for sex (shocking, isn't it,) drinking is at a minimum, and he can't exactly fight his way across the city just because he's in a shitty mood. Much as he'd love to. Doesn't leave many outlets to keep his mood even, but there's always a spot of fun to be had with a game of cards.

They're not as numerous as they used to be, (ah, the good old days,) but there's still plenty of back room gambling dens around London if you know where to look. And maybe it's a little unfair to hang out in the ones not frequented by magical types, but on the other hand Eames doesn't give a fuck. He needs to unwind a little, relax himself before the big night that hopefully won't be a huge fucking disaster. If that means clearing a bunch of mortals out, then so be it.

Go ahead, confront him about it. He'd love the fight.

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Arthur glances back at him hesitantly but just looks ahead when he realizes what's happening. When Eames' fingers find that spot he winces.

"Yeah, that's it."

Eames makes a gentle noise in understanding and gently nudges Arthur's head forward as he starts working on Arthur's neck. Massaging softly at the base of his neck to start with, careful not to actually put any pressure where the worst of it is.

Arthur lets out a soft groan, the way one does when they're getting a much needed massage, and his eyes fall closed. The smell of coffee is getting stronger as it keeps brewing and Eames' hands are like magic on his aching muscles. This is basically the perfect morning, except for the light hangover and the overall fact that he did not wake up in a bed.

Eames keeps at it, slowly working up Arthur's neck to the base of his head and back down to his shoulders and upper back. He's always enjoyed this, something about giving a massage that's calming in its own right, focusing on loosening someone up and making them feel good with just his hands. Honestly the only reason he doesn't do it more often is then people get expectations.

Arthur doesn't do much other than fully relax over the course of a few minutes. He makes a few more of those pleased sounds, especially when Eames finds some of those knots in his neck and back. He's more tense than he thought, both from the night on the couch and at least ten years leading up to it.

Yeah, that is a lot more than he's prepared to deal with right now. Eames just focuses on Arthur's neck to loosen the muscle enough to soothe the worst of the pain. He combs his fingers up through the back of Arthur's hair and pats his shoulder.

"Better?"

Arthur smooths down the hair that Eames messed up and turns to smile up at him. "Yeah," he says sleepily. He stands up and pats Eames' chest affectionately on his way past him to the coffee. He has his priorities in order.

Eames follows, getting his own coffee after Arthur's got his and turns to lean on the counter with a small sigh, already feeling more awake without the caffeine.

"Your back's a mess, you know." It's a bit teasing, but there's also an odd kind of joy to the way he says it, like looking at a puzzle you're about to fucking demolish.

Arthur leans his hip on the counter next to Eames, turned towards him as he holds his mug close. He laughs gently at the comment about his back, taking a sip of coffee.

"I know," he says. "I guess I don't take care of myself."

Eames shakes his head in mock-admonishment, "I'll have to take a look at it for you."

It's a little bit flirtatious, but mostly knowing that mess of knots is there is gonna bug him for at least ten minutes. You know, when he forgets about it entirely.

"I think I'd like that."

It's a bit flirtatious in return, but mostly it's earnest. His neck feels so good now and it's a stark contrast to the rest of him. He's still tired and groggy enough not to feel self-conscious about wanting to get a bit closer to Eames, although he doesn't move right away. Coffee first.

"Oh, you will." He raises his eyebrows over the rim of his mug, "I've never had any complaints."

Arthur smiles and takes a step into Eames' space so he can dip his head and kiss Eames' neck, just a few kisses below his ear before he pulls back to drink some more coffee.

Eames hums and tilts his head, slipping a hand around to the small of Arthur's back and his fingers under his waistband. He lets out a disappointed sigh when Arthur moves back, but his hand is staying exactly where it is.

Arthur noses gently at the side of Eames' face with a sigh in between sips of coffee.

"Maybe after I finish this first cup we'll finally make it to your bed."

Eames chuckles and slips his hand the rest of the way into Arthur's pants to cup his ass with a noise of satisfaction.

"Only maybe?" He raises an eyebrow and gives Arthur's ass a squeeze, "any chance of improving on those odds?"

Okay this is good. He didn't know if Eames would be in the mood or not so this was all a shot in the dark but now his ass is getting squeezed and that's usually a good sign.

"You're improving them right now."

But also get that coffee mug out of the way because he's coming in for a kiss.

Oh, good. Eames hasn't had a chance to think about how everything is awful yet this morning, it's not hard to get him in the mood right now. He puts his coffee aside, leaning to meet Arthur for that kiss.

"Mm," he says, "coffee first."

He's not telling Eames to stop any of the touching or anything but he needs to drain this mug of coffee before he does anything. Sorry Eames.

"Tease," he says with an amused lilt to his voice. He put his drink down and everything!

If Arthur's not going to kiss him, then Eames is just going to have to entertain himself. Something he chooses to do by lazily unbuttoning Arthur's shirt with his free hand and dipping his head to kiss Arthur's neck, doing what he can not to get in the way of any coffee drinking because he's considerate like that.

Arthur makes an amused sound as he brings the mug back to his lips again. He's gonna get through the coffee as quickly as he can, but it's still pretty hot so he can't very well just chug it back. He tilts his head to enable whatever Eames wants to do to his neck, humming happily whenever Eames finds one of those spots he likes so much.

Eames noses lightly along Arthur's jaw, sighing as he presses his lips to a particular spot under his jaw that he knows Arthur really likes, even being careful to not leave any marks. Look at who's being nice today.

Arthur breathes in sharply at that, steadying his hand on Eames' shoulder. He's almost done with the coffee but Eames is not helping on that front by being distracting.

He really has no intention of helping at all, especially now he has Arthur's shirt undone and can press his palm flat against Arthur's skin and drag it up to his chest and around to his side like he has a need to touch every inch of him.

Arthur makes a sound as he throws back the last couple gulps of coffee to indicate he's going as fast as he can, and then he puts the mug down on the counter and puts his now-free hand on Eames' chest. He says, "okay," like it's time to go now he needs to go upstairs and get horizontal ASAP.

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